Neoarchaean - The Ocean

Neoarchaean - The Ocean
True sorrow doesn't flirt with hope
No matter how great it may be
Hope rises twice as high
But spare me these seekers leave me in peace
Down with them down down down down
For they will no longer impress me
With all of the solemnity
And with the voice of my greatest days
I call you to my hearth glorious hope
Wrapped in the cloak of illusions
Come and sit beside me
On the tripod of appeasement
With a whip of scorpions
I chased you
If you wish me to believe that
You have forgotten all the grief
Which my short lived repentance caused you
Well then bring along with you the sublime procession
Hold me up I am fainting
Of all the virtues which I offended
And their everlasting atonement's
Yes good people I order you to burn
On a spade red from the fire
And with a little yellow sugar for good measure
To burn the duck of doubt
With it's vermouth lips
Which in the melancholy struggle
Between good and evil
Shedding teardrops which are not heartfelt
Creates everywhere universal emptiness
It is the best thing you can do
Certainly flesh and bon
You have no reason to blush
But listen to me
Sorrow way for the blood
You have to reaches to blood
Powers have to blame
You don't invoke your understanding
It would spit blood at the horror you
'Cause better forget all about it
And be consistent with yourselves
There were no constraints there
Whenever I wanted to kill
I killed